Work, right now...it's kids killing kids. Parents killing kids. Just...pretty depressing, really.
Today we headed out on a lead about where a teenager we were looking for was.
I was walking up the little path to the door, looked down as I checked my flies (it's habit!). Saw a red laser dot on my front and yelled...something, I don't even know what yet... and dived for the ground.
The DC I was with hit the floor the other side of the garden wall. We called it in. ARV arrived fairly swiftly after, although it felt a long time then.
And...well, we all waited. A long time. My DC could get away, once we had backup, by crawling along the wall. But I was stuck behind some fairly ripe smelling bins. Cover about 2ft wide, three ft tall, and I had to keep my legs tucked in.
Negotiator arrived and everyone just dug in for the long haul. Except everyone else had somewhere a bit comfier than me.
To cut a very long and boring story short, the negotiator worked it out in the end - with the help of the boy's mum, and it turned out he only had a plastic gun and a laser pointer. Although the murder we want him for is a shooting. They're still searching the house, so might find something, but they probably borrowed the real gun, hired it, something like that.
Arsenal only drew.
And...well, I'm pretty done in, so I'll leave it there, put a very clingy Sherlock to bed and get some rest with John.
I'll leave you to ponder this. Official police issue. ANy ideas on what it is?
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Pretty sure I know what it is, but I'll let other people guess.
I love you. Even when you still smell faintly of bins.
Belive me, could be a lot worse. Bit brown-trouser-y that moment.
If your guess was a wand for blowing bubbles you're wrong. We didn't get issued them until the 90s, and they were plastic. ;)
Yeah, I can imagine. It was a bit like that just hearing about it afterwards.
Ha, it's not, although that is what it looks like and I love the image of loads of police officers blowing bubbles together.
weirdo.
although would have been a better use of my time today.
Sorry I didn't sort of...tell you, sooner, but I couldn't really call you, and couldn't think of the right words to write it down that wouldn't have made it sound bad.
More fun too.
It's okay. I understand. And it must've been a pretty hard situation to think (or write) clearly in too.
Rats, not bubbles? That was my first thought. With that cork though it still looks like container for some kind of liquid. Something to do with historic lighting, perhaps? Or a matchcase, with the circle thing to hold a candle?
Really glad you're all right, L. Meant to say it on the other blog, but I was using a screen keyboard and it wasn't going well.
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Started that way. Then just got...annoying.
RSF - I got very confused then. Thought you meant was it used for blowing rats...so to speak.
And thanks. Bit shaky now it's all over, maybe, but pretty much fine.
I work with small children. My supply of expletives has been permanently altered. Rats. Phooey. Gosh darn it. Fudge.
I sound like my grandmother...
:/
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I was out this evening and have only just caught up on everything - blimey Lestrade!
I'm glad you're out of that awful situation safe and sound.
John, Sherlock - I'm glad you've got Lestrade home and safely hugged into submission.
Mycroft - I imagine it must be extra difficult for you being away from home at times like this, so I hope you're OK :-)
It's English police, something that holds liquid.
Has to be to do with tea!
Thanks, Nameless. All seems a bit surreal really now.
All I can think is that it looks like something that was sent home with me from the pediatrician's office when I had someone still in diapers. (I can't remember how to spell the specialist your way, sorry)
But I think it looks to old to be THAT...right?
And really, I wouldn't think cops would be called upon to use something like that. I hope not.
Well remember Kestrel... this is before rubber gloves.
And you'd think that the sound of that opening would be better than the rubber glove noise to make the suspect think telling you where the stuff is hidden!
Oh is that a lady reviver?
Smelling salts or something?
Though I love the tea ideas and the bubbles.
Glad to know you're OK, Lestrade.
And I know what it's for and what was in it, although I can't remember the exact name, having seen it on a blog of historical curiosities recently, but I'll let everyone else guess. (If anyone watched the TV show _Lewis_, DS Hathaway carried and used the modern equivalent in the pilot, though it wasn't police issue.)
One step up from tea, Rider. ;)
Well, it's not a bottle opener, timberwolfoz... is it? Unless it's for pulling corks, which wouldn't make sense for police. Now you've got me VERY curious, but I'm going to be good and not google.
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No, rsf, the cork was (I presume) to keep the liquid in. And while the police themselves would probably like to pull a few corks out of bottles and imbibe the contents of said bottles at times, it isn't good police practice. ;)
(Psst... someone has identified it in the comments. Just sayin'.)
My first thought was bubbles. But then I was wondering if it was a whistle of some sort. That doesn't seem right either. If it held liquid though the cork would make sense but the wiry bit wouldn't. Is there something you could put in it that is a bit more pasty that you would have to scrape out?
Oh, goodness, I'm so glad you're all right, Lestrade. I hope you get some well deserved rest tonight.
As for the picture, I have no idea. Did it hold smelling salts or alcohol?
I've been mulling it over all evening, and if you're SURE it's not for blowing bubbles, all I can think of is that the metal ring could be for holding something over a fire--but even if that's right, I can't think what. *baffled*
Thanks, everyone. Few moments in the night that were a bit... Anyway, John was there so I was fine.
And now I realise I haven't even asked how his interview went and feel like a right bastard.
Sherlock didn't want me to come to work. Was very clingy and tried to nick various things to prevent me leaving. Totally understandable I think.
Glad to hear you made it through the night, L.
You weren't the only one not to ask about the interview; we, like you, were rather pre-occupied with other matters. So John, how did it go?
And for something completely different... A rainbow coloured crossing was created in Sydney to celebrate 25 years of Mardi Gras. The state roads minister had it removed as people were spending a bit much time in the middle of the road instead of crossing it.
A social media storm led to people chalking their own "DIY rainbow" in solidarity with gay and lesbian rights. Including Australian Catholic University students (supported by their Vice Chancellor when calls came to remove it) and this...
https://twitter.com/breko/status/324369147280621568/photo/1
I don't think there's any time limit on asking about the interview is there? Life takes over sometimes that doesn't suddenly make you a bad person.
I'm glad you made it through the night with John by your side you two make a fearsome pair ;-)
Sherlock you are an amazing young man and lestrade and John are lucky to have you to make them smile :-) have a good day at school and have as much fun as you can ;-)
AnonyBob - no, probably not. Old habits etc. Bry definitely had time limits and if I forgot to ask about something I'd be in the dog house.
Old habits are a pain but how good are you now that you know what they are and acknowledge them as such :-)
How goes work today? Quieter than yesterday I hope :-)
Yeah, quieter. Interviewed my little tormenter, who thinks all the time he wasted yesterday was brilliant, and loved every minute of making a bunch of coppers cower.
Rider - that's brilliant :-)
Nice to see on the news this morning that New Zealand has legalised same sex marriage too, lovely stuff.
Lestrade - I hope today is much more peaceful for you - even with the funeral happening. And that the little scrote you've got in custody starts talking.
The world definitely seems to be a bit more cheerful today.
Funeral means everyone is a little on edge, but seems to be find so far.
We had our minutes silence in the office for Yvonne Fletcher earlier.
Its good of you to have given him some highlight in his sad little life Greg, yesterday is probably the peak of his lifes achievements poor sod!
I hope he has something useful to say soon :-)
The interview was pretty good, I'll post about it later.
L - no need to feel like any sort of bastard - I mean, I could've just told you about it, right? But really by the time you'd got home it was not the first thing on my mind, or even the fifth or sixth. Didn't remember about it till I read your comment actually.
Glad it was good.
You want a coffee? Most of town is pretty quiet
I would love one. See you soon.
...Also I've been at the allotment, just to warn you, though I'm not really dirty. Maybe mildly grubby, sorry.
But I like you really dirty sometimes.
I've got vanilla sunflower seeds. They're solicitous. Or delicious.
Sometimes but probably not in a coffee shop? Maybe I'm wrong about that...
Will you share?
Ooh, you and coffee ... Hush or I won't be able to leave my desk!
Of course I'll share.
I'll hush then, since you'll have to leave your desk - pretty sure it's against some law or other for me to be dirty in your office.
Excellent. I'll text you when I'm almost there.
Thanks. You looked gorgeous as always.
And thanks for being lovely about yesterday. And I know you'll say it was nothing but it means a lot to me.
So did you, and your seeds were delicious.
You're welcome, love. I'm glad it helped.
A friend sent me this link and it reminded me of your discussions as to how the world isn't as terrible a place as it sometimes seems: http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/tomchiversscience/100212607/new-zealand-parliament-bursts-into-song-after-voting-for-same-sex-marriage
Thought you guys might like it.
I've been told my seed's an acquired taste ;)
On the way home. With a bit of paperwork.
L - I set you up for that one on purpose ;)
Kate - I think I'll like it just from looking at the url :)
just going to stick my head in the oven.
O_O
Oh! I take it the part came?
can I help?
Yeah, just be careful. We can't lose any of the screws and we really really can't lose the wires out the holes in the back of the oven, or we'll have to take the entire oven out to get them back.
And...if I pause what I'm doing then just ignore it. Migraine, feeling sick, and sometimes all I can do is freeze or puke ;)
good luck Greg ;-) and hope you feel better once the job's done :-)
Migraines make me feel like sticking my head in the oven. (BTW I suppose that 'sticking your head in the oven' will become an increasingly unintelligible reference, I'm soooooo old)
Put the screws in a cup is the first thing I tell my little charges when I'm teaching the 'pulling apart a computer' lesson!
Hope you soon feel better L.
Lancs. Anon
Ouch--feel better, L.
(I had four in the past week so I deeply sympathize.)
Oven all fixed. Sherlock was very good. He has now run and told John and Mrs H that we have a fixed oven.
The old element is very misshapen. Obviously had a bit of a problem for a while.
I hope the oven doesn't give you any grief, and that you get a chance to do whatever works best for your migraines. Mine take darkness and a very quiet nap.
John, I can see why you forgot the interview -- it would have gone out of my head too, after a day like yesterday.
Sherlock, what's the first thing you want to bake when the oven is working again?
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PINK CUPCAKES!
Yum!
Oooh! Tasty!
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tomorrow, though?
Kate L - thanks, watched a video of the parliament. Literally brought a tear to my eye to see people so happy about it.
Later is okay. We still have biscuits.
Pink cupcakes sound like a lovely thing to make in your newly fixed oven Sherlock :-)
Thanks kiddo.
Your cress is growing well. How are the eggs doing? Do you know when they might hatch?
Not soon at least another week and a half Mrs N says, I hope they don't do it over the weekend that would be TERRIBLE. It's supposed to take three weeks and she got them during the holiday and that man on that programme John watches sometimes said you could keep them in the fridge till you had enough and then let a chicken sit on them and they would still hatch, is that true?
(BTW I suppose that 'sticking your head in the oven' will become an increasingly unintelligible reference, I'm soooooo old)
No, I got it- in fact I was rather alarmed until REReader reminded us that he'd been waiting for the part to fix it.
I seem to recall reading that suicide rates fell massively in the UK after the government phased out CO-producing gas ovens and switched to natural gas. I think I read that on cracked.com.
I think I ought to mention that I brought that up not as a dig at either the British or the suicidal. I just think it's kind of fascinating and suggests some interesting things about the psychology of suicide and depression.
Yeah, I hope they don't hatch at the weekend either. But they might do it at night or something. But you'll still see the shells and the chicks, so don't be too upset if it happens.
I've no idea about eggs in the fridge. I can't see why it wouldn't work, but...I don't know much about them.
I've never attended a suicide-via-oven. Plenty with cars, though.
I think I can see why. Oven's a lot more private than a car, especially if you don't have a garage, and a lot less effort.
(It's also has to do with the fact that failed attempts don't count as suicides, but only as attempted suicides, so making it harder to succeed using a given method brings down suicide rates. Which is a really good argument for gun control.)
Yeah, there's a very direct correlation between suicide numbers and availability of certain things. And back when coal gas was used, the oven was the easiest choice for suicide, I guess. One everyone had access to, in the privacy of their own home, with no prior planning.
This conversation was more cheerful when it was about pink cupcakes..
True. You should put sprinkles in the batter.
honestly can't face making cupcakes tonight. Am hanging on to my stomach contents via sheer stubborness.
Just when you make them, I meant. Not immediately.
Can I do anything?
I'm sorry you feel rubbish Greg but I'm impressed that you have so much control over your stomach that stubbornness works ;-)
When we make them, I promise sprinkles :)
And no, I'm fine.
Obviously I'm not fine...I've fended off the actual headache, so far. I just have everything that goes with it. Stiff neck, shakes, feeling sick.
Anonybob - I do have a lot of control over my stomach. I mean, I can pretty much puke-to-order. Or not. Most of the time ;)
Tea, hugs, neck rub?
hugs and neck rub would be nice. I'm cold.
I'll get you a blanket too. Almost done getting Sherlock settled, I'll be there in a minute.
I'm impressed Greg, when I have a migraine there's nothing I can do to keep control of my stomach but then maybe I'm not as skilled at stubbornness as you ;-)
I hope you feel better soon :-)
And well done, a lot of you got the mystery item correct.
It is indeed a 'Lady Reviver' - issued to policemen to revive poor swooning damsels in the street... (smelling salts, basically, but with a crown on the container!). You know what women are like, fainting and swooning at the sight of a uniform ;)
Sadly it doesn't mention anywhere if any nice gentlemen ever needed reviving...
fainting and swooning at the sight of a uniform
Understandable really. Ready for bed?
Yeah. Mind rubbing my neck again?
I'm trying to sort out my rest days so we can do more allotmenteering...but with the security around the marathon and my cases...not doing so well.
Happy to.
Yeah, I know it must be tough right now. Just try not to work yourself too hard, okay?
Spent most of yesterday afternoon kicking back and getting a tan... ;)
I will try. But...there's always a but, right?
Got a murder-suicide on at the moment..and it's just... hard. piecing it all together. Talking to people who are still so grief-stricken they barely make sense. Takes a lot of time.
I'm sorry, love. It sounds...difficult would be an understatement, I'm sure.
Just try to look after yourself, as well. And I will too, obviously. ;)
Migraines are the worst. I'm sorry you're fighting one, L. I hope you feel better soon, and that tomorrow isn't horrible.
Hope everyone has a good night!
A lady-reviver, eh? I wonder if the metal hoop was meant to stir the contents up a bit. And knowing that some gentlemen did wear corsets, I expect there might have been a few times it was used on someone of the male persuasion.
Does Sherlock like pink cupcakes because they're a certain flavor, or just because they're colorful?
I hope a good night's sleep helps with the migraine.
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